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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.