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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.