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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.