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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.