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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.