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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Slave,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
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.