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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.