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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.