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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.