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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.