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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.