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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.