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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.