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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.