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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Audionom,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.