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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.