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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.