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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.