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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.