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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.