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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.