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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
JFA,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.