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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.