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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.