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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.