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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.