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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Nico,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.