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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.