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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Flipper,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.