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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.