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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.