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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.