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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.