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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.