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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.