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 Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.