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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.