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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.