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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.