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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.