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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.