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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
AZ,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.