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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.