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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.