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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.