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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.