Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.