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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.