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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.