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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.