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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.