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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
UT,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.