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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.