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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Can,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.