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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.