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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.