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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.