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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Young Rascals to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
CMW,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.