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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Can,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
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Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.