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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.