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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Faust,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.