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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Swans,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Nico,
X-101,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.