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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.