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 Romania and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Chrome,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.