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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.