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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.