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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.