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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.