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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.