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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.