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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Brick,
Index,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.