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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Names,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.