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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.