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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.