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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.