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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.