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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.