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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.