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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.