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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.