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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Franke to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
JFA,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.