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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.