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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.