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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.