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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.