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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.