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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.