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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.