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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Ronan,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.