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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
AZ,
Deakin,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
MC5,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.