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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.