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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.