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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.