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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.