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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Wire,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.