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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Scion,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.