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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Ossler,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.