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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.