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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.