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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.