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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.