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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Television,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.