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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.