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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.