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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.