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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.