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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Index,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.