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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.