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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.