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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
The Martian,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.