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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.