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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.