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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Slave,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.