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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.