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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.