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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.