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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.