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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.