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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.