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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.