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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.