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 India and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.