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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.