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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.