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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Index,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.