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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.