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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 New Christs to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold 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.