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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Brick,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.