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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Index,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.