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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.