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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Grass Roots to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.