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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.