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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
the Normal,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.