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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Wake to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.