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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.