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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Suicide,
the Association,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.