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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Franke,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Wire,
Darondo,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.