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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.