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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.