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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.