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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.