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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.