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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.