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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.