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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
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.