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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
The Sound,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.