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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.