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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.