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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Hashim,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.