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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
UT,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.