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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.