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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.