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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.