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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.