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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.