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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Yaz,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.