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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.