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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
the Association,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.