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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
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.