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 Ireland and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.