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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.