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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.