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 South Africa and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Yaz,
Magma,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.