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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.