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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.