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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.