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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.