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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.