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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.