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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.