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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.