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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Monks,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.