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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mexico City and Columbus.
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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.