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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.