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 India and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.