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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.