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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.