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 Peru 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
ABC,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.