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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.