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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Associates,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.