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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Can,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.