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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen 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 dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.