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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Television,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.