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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
the Association,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
CMW,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.