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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
UT,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.