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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Basic Channel 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.