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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.