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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.