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 Panama 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.