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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.