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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.