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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pole 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.