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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.