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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.