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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.