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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.