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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.