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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.