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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.