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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.