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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.