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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Japan,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.