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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.