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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.