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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Neu! 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Model 500,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.