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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.