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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.