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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.