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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.