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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Cameo,
Visage,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.