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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.