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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.