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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.