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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Technova,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.