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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.