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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.