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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.