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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.