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 France and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
DNA,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.