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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.