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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.