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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
X-102,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.