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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
the Association,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.