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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.