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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Pole,
The Gories,
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.