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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.