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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.