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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
DNA,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.