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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.