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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
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 The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.