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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.