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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.