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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.