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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.