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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.