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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.