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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.