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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.