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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.