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 Mexico 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.