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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.