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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.