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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.