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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Pole,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Nas,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.