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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.