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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.