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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.