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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.