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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.