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 Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.