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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Television,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.