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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.