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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Mars,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.