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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.