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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.