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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.