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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
The Index,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Slave,
June Days,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.