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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Pole,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Index,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.