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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.