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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.