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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.