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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.