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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.