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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.