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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.