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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Nas,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.