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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.