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 London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.