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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.