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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.