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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
EPMD,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.