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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.