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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.