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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Barracudas to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.