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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.