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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Japan,
Rakim,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.