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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.