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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.