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 Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.