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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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?
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Excepter,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
10cc,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.