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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.