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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Magma,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.