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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.