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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.