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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.