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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.