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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.