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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.