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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.