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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.