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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.