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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.