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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.