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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Slave,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.