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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.