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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.