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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.