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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
EPMD,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.