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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Faust,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.