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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fad Gadget 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Nico,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
UT,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.