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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.