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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.