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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.