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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.