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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.