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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.