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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.