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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.