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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.