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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.