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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.