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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.