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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.