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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.