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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.