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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.