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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.