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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
ABC,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.