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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.