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 Belize and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Christie to the rock 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.