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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.