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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
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.