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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.