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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Index,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.