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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.