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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.