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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.