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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.