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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.