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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.