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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.