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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.