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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
MC5,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.