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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.