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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.