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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.