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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.