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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.