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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.