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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.