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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.