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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Gong to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Fear,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.