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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.