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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.