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 Bahamas 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.