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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.