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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.