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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.