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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.