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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Brick,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.