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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mars,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.