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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.