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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Slave,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.