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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Scientists,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.