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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.