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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
The Names,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.