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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
June Days,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.