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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.