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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
MC5,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.