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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.