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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Oneida,
X-101,
Pylon,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.