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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.