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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.