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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.