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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 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?
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.