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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Television,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.