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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.