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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.