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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Gun Club,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.