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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Saints 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.