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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.