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 Guinea 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.