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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.