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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.