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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.