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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Monks,
ABBA,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.