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 China and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Can,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.