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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.