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 India and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.