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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.