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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Wire,
X-102,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.