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 Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.