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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.