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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.