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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Magma,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.