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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Mars to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.