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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.