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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.