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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.