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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 New Order 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.