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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Wings,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.