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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.