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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.