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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.