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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.