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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Hoover to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.