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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.