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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.