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 Oman and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Ponytail,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.