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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.