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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.