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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Smoke to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Hashim,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.