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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.