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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.