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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.