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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.