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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.