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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.