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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.