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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Can,
Inner City,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.