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 Hungary and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.