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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.