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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Rotary Connection 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.