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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.