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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
AZ,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.