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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.