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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Surgeon 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Techniques,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Wire,
ABC,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
X-101,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
10cc,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.