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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Monks,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.