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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.