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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.