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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Buckinghams 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Qualms,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.