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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Maurizio,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.