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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Scion,
Qualms,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.