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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.