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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.