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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.