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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
ABC,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.