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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.