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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.