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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.