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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.