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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.