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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.