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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.