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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.