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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Index,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.