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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.