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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Fear,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.