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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.