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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.