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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.