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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.