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 Australia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.