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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.