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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Pagans,
The Human League,
The Move,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.