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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.