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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Ossler,
X-101,
Scion,
Interpol,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.