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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
DNA,
Brick,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.