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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.