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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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.