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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.