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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.