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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.