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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
CMW,
The Gories,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.