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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.