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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.