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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.