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 China and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.