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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.