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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.