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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Inner City,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.