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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.