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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.