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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.