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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.