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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
JFA,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Pole,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.