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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.