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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.