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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
the Association,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.