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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.