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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.