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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.