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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
The Doors,
UT,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.