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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.