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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.