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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
June of 44,
June Days,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.