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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
CMW,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.