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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.