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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Liliput,
New Order,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.