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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.