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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.