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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.