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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.