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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.