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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.