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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.