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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.