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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.