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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.