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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.