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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
UT,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Rakim,
the Association,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.