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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.