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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.