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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Television,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.