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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.