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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.