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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.