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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Index,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.