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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.