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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.