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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.