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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.