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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Fear,
The Litter,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.