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 Italy and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.