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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.