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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.