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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.