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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.