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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
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.