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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Index,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.