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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Smiths,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.