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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Offenders to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.